Nothing has challenged my sobriety, sanity, or mom guilt as much as watching my teen daughter struggle with her own mental illness.
Author: Anonymous
I was five and a half years sober when I had my daughter. I was active in my recovery. Then a familiar obsession started creeping back.
I thought I was ok. I had miscarried naturally twice before. But I wasn’t ok. I’m not ok.
I know I have one of two choices, acceptance of the situation or let it go.
I was 23 years old, pregnant, and hopeless. ….